Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

He lowered his head, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

"You go quickly, I will not change my determination no matter what."

Zhai Li raised his head, opened his eyes under the rain, and looked at her face almost greedily.

The sky became dark, just like his heart.

"Nothing will happen to me, at least I won't die. Because I am the son of the Zhai family, but you are different, because I know that you have more important things to do."

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and then said with a smile: "That's right." Now that he knew everything

"Moreover, I am not an adult yet and am still taking psychotropic drugs. No matter whether I am convicted or not, it cannot be established."

Zhai Li continued to persuade her, his face looking extremely pale under the purple lightning.

"Psychiatric drugs?" Jiaoyang blinked.

"Yes, that's why I was so sensitive when I saw the medicine you put on the table that day." He suppressed a few coughs and took out the medicine bottle from his empty pocket.

"What is this?" Jiaoyang frowned and opened the bottle cap. There was no instruction manual.

She put it under her nose and smelled it.

Zhai Li listened to the sirens getting closer and closer, and the panic and uneasiness in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

His memories seemed to return to that day. As a young boy, he quietly hid behind the door and watched his sister facing the woman, using a white knife to go in and a red knife to go out.

After a few days of worry and worry, he watched helplessly as the nanny at home who was very kind to him was taken away and never returned.

Why. Why is the world always like this?

"Go. Go quickly." Zhai Li pushed her almost unconsciously with a pale face, tears falling down his cheeks one by one, his eyes full of begging.

He is not taking the blame for her, but saving himself.

"I can only live if you are okay."

Jiaoyang stared at him for a while, or to be precise, scrutinized him.

She couldn't trust him.

After looking at it for a while, she smiled: "Will you handle the scene and fingerprints?"

"Yes." He lowered his head, sniffed, his nose was red, and replied in a low voice.

She smiled brightly: "Very good."

"Can I ask you for one last thing?" His eyelashes trembled, stained with rainwater, and he looked at her with watery eyes.

"What?"

Zhai Li lowered his head and pulled her over. His hands even trembled when he touched her. He lowered his head to kiss her, even his lavender lips were trembling.

"You are sick, Zhai Li." She was still smiling, like a child who was ignorant of the world. She is much cleaner than him.

"I know." He closed his eyes.

After it was over, Zhai Li let go of her. He watched her turn around and leave without hesitation.

He lowered his head and smiled slowly. Very heavy, but also relieved.

According to the memory he saw when he was a child, he pressed the two sides of the corpses and dragged them away one by one.

Perhaps, he should be grateful. It rained heavily today, and the blood could be washed away without much effort on his part, and the sticky smell of blood could quickly dissipate.

It’s great that God is helping them.

He has never been the pure young man in her eyes, because when he was a child, he watched his sister and father deal with the murder scene.

Are children of murderers really destined to become criminals? Not necessarily, but at least he knew that he and the children around him were different from a very young age.

Zhai Li is a severely autistic patient.

He lowered his head, slowly touched his lips, and smiled.

The day before yesterday was his birthday, he had told her a long time ago. He was sad not to get her birthday wishes.

But now, he asked her for it.

"Jiaoyang, I told you. I am not just a younger brother, I can also protect you."